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in the ruff spot ya 

Well since a young age 
I'll been thugged out to the fullest 
Niggas strap now 
You don't want me dead 
Gimme that, I

But one by one we fall the same
How much to lose, not much to gain
So have you hope on another train
Then pinch yourself and see what remains

Think

that he had no one to run to
Meanwhile I was angry that you couldn't buy me some shoe
This is what it's come to huh?
To judge our fathers by how rich

Who runs the world?
I already told ya
I would let the beat go, but I have a lot to say
This right here for Ms. Ebony
So I had to do it for you!
I had

my name
Well now I know you you see it!
They told me leave I made a promise they would all feel it!
I couldn’t find the change so I said I’ll be it!
So

game, and y'all well know I'm here to stay, ah

Rapping is my passion, yeah, yo, rapping is my place
I don't know what I would do if I had never had

my son
I don't even got no kids
Cause a bitch can't have them by me
That's unless she's the one
Sig with a beam what I like in a gun
Track star get

niggas think that I left it. Y'all gon' be annoyed as heck when it's referenced just as much as the Maybach
Tyler Perry, I could do bad all by myself if I

matter what 
The shoes you got
(The shoes you got)
I´m just a boogie woogie mellow
Yellow honky tonk lovin' man

Cryin' by the phone
(Waiting for a call)

a leg huh

Going out Giving it all I got. 
Might get shot might see the feds huh
But if I died 
That would just set us back another 20 years huh

What you

momma I keep all the receipts

Fooled by the banks, drafted in the ranks
Can't catch a break, I'm Saving Mr. Banks
To raving reviews, I'll be on the news

Cause I'm so in love with you, I need you to change your mind
Cause I'm so in love with you, I need you to change your mind
And if I wanted to, would

If you wanna throw hands I'll meet you at the station
Caucasian by race but take the "cauc" out, I'm Asian
Listen to my shit to the point

Never was a fame whore 
Prayed for what they paid for 
Don't say more or do less
I wrote this under duress 
I used to live in the u.s
But back home is my

Dear God, I'm tryin' hard to reach you
Dear God, I see your face in all I do
Sometimes it's so hard to believe in

Dear God
I think it's time we had

If we believe
And Christians I mean really believe
What we believe would we be living very differently
If hell was real to you
Would you be sitting

back
I'don't give a damn about fitting in your format
R.e.s.p.e.c.t.
You abuse this word every day and you still don't know what it means
You

50 Shots Set's It Off

The Hot Boys

Cutt 11: That Dirty South

1998

You know me can't get caught without my chopper
Lil' weak wit fifty I'm itching to see I got cha
B.G. labeled as a bust back nigga
Can't let yo

She screaming out nigga just do what he says
America under the blue being ruled
By the white I keep going and I'm seein red
I see these demons they all

fading, my authority's gone
Do with it what you want, my identity's yours
Sinking lower as the days pass
Ignoring the calls from those I talked last
It's

days I'm perfectly fine with
Just slipping by as the quiet type who
Appears to have something more
Important to do, wants nothing from you
It's nothing

Spectrophobic Dementia

Tourniquet

Pathogenic Ocular Dissonance

himself and walked away
Forgot the sight without delay
This fate could be for me or you
So seek the Lord in grace and truth

broken without you 
Nothing would ever make sense 
Goin' living without you
You might as well leave me for dead 

I'm sick of being cruel yea
We're not

do you want to ride in my Mercedes boy
Aw you know it But I would never show it
If we talking about keys know that I keep it the lowest
Got treasures